Suzy looked at Alice suspiciously. Her gaze was sharp, analyzing. "Why does it seem like you're forgetting things? You're behaving like a different person."
Suzy leaned forward, her voice dropping. "The way you talk. The way you look at people. Even your posture. I mean—" she glanced away for a second, then back, her expression earnest. "Is something going on with you?"
Alice faltered. She wanted to deny it. Come up with something clever, light, believable. But nothing came. Her mind was blank, her usual quick wit nowhere to be found under the pressure of Suzy's piercing gaze.
So instead, she went for something close to the truth.
"I... I've had some memory issues lately," she confessed, her voice hesitant. "It's not that bad, but also it helps me forget unpleasant things."
Suzy's skeptical expression didn't waver. Her eyes narrowed. "Are you for real?" she asked, her tone doubtful, probing.
